I might buy "run past," but "run against?" Come on. You run for election, which was already considered. Adding a preposition doesn't make it a new word. And "run along" just means literally exactly what it says, according to definition #1.

But yes, "run" (not "run of") as in "production batch" is definitely another meaning. It also has several meanings in card games. "Run" can also just mean a repeating sequence, like a run of bad luck.

Eebster the Great wrote:And "run along" just means literally exactly what it says, according to definition #1.

No, it doesn't. "Run along" has absolutely nothing to do with literal running. It means "go away" or "leave me alone," which is very rarely done using an actual running stride with free flight. "Run along" absolutely goes on this list.

jaap wrote:Isogram"Iso" means same, so shouldn't a word with all different letters be called something like "heterogram"?

No, no, a "heterogram" is any word that does not describe its own written form. So "palindrome" is a heterogram, but "isogram" is not a heterogram. Figuring out whether "heterogram" is a heterogram is left as an exercise to the reader.

It bothers me that Google assumes I mean India Pale Ale, not International Phonetic Alphabet. I thought you were supposed to have extensive profiles of me, Google, why would you think I like beer and not language?

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I hear Jerusalem bells a-singingRoman Cavalry choirs are ringingBe my mirror, my sword and fieldMy missionaries in a foreign shieldFor some reason I can't nameI know Saint Peter won't call my explainNever an honest worldBut that was when I ruled the word

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Also:

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